The Prophecy of Merlin and Other Poems
John Reade
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The Prophecy of Merlin and Other Poems by John Reade Sir Bedivere, in silence, watched the bargeThat bore away King Arthur to the valeOf Avalon, till it was seen no more.Then, on the beach, alone amid the dead,He lifted up his voice and sorely wept.“Alas!” he cried, “gone are the pleasant daysAt Camelot, and the sweet fellowshipOf noble knights and true, and beauteous damesWho have no peers in all the living world,Is quite dissolved for ever, and the KingHas gone and left none like him among men.O happy, thrice and fourfold, ye who rest,Both friends and foemen, in one peaceful bed,While I am sick at soul and cannot die!Oh! that the battle might be fought again!Then would I surely seek the way to death,And bleed and sleep like you, and be at peace.But now, ah! whither, whither can I go,Since he is gone who was my light of life,And whom to see was bliss? What can I doWithout the voice that gave my arm its strength?Or wherefore bear a sword, since now no moreExcalibur points forth to noble deeds?”And then he drew his blade, and threw it farInto the Lake, and, as he saw it sink,“Would God,” said he, “that so I followed him.”But with the strain his wounds began to bleed,And he grew weak, and sank upon the ground,And swooned.And when he woke, he was awareOf Merlin, who stood watching by his side.Then cried Sir Bedivere: “O good and wise,I bid thee welcome, for, in all the world,There is none other I would fainer see.Yet am I sad to see thee, for the KingIs gone, and none is left of all his KnightsSave me, and I am weary of my life.”